Grief and Relief Can Coexist

Grief and Relief Can Coexist

Even though grief is a cold ocean and relief a warm sigh, they can both be in my chest at the same time. I can grieve what my mother is losing, what we are losing, while I am glad to be home, tending only to myself and Roxie. Where I place my focus is my choice. Today...
I’m not lying in a ditch somewhere

I’m not lying in a ditch somewhere

Last Sunday I figured you’d figure I was taking a day off. Today, I didn’t even realize it was Sunday until somewhere on I-70 in western Pennsylvania. This is what happens when I visit my mom. I either can’t think of anything else or, when I do, it...
And what if…?

And what if…?

What if the fear of becoming a bag lady has nothing to do with bag ladies but is something I’ve conjured to keep myself working hard, still, still, still, cycling back to a need to prove myself worthy. What if it was never about the bag lady? On the plus side,...
Welcoming the Uninvited Guest

Welcoming the Uninvited Guest

She shows up dirty, raggedy. Comes close, smells a foul taste, whispers in both my ears at once. “You don’t have enough. You’re going to run out.” Her words land as a cold stone in my stomach. I refute her. “My financial advisor and I have a plan that takes me safely...
I Feel Better Already

I Feel Better Already

The nausea that had risen with me every morning since the end of September is… gone. Monday was my weekly call with Audrey, the VA I work with in the Philippines. She does many things, the biggest is managing the StoryJoules YouTube channel video production. When I...
And the answer is…

And the answer is…

…no. No, I don’t want to do this anymore. Not this, these Sunday notes. These I love. These make me happy. I like to learn and share what I’ve learned, and sometimes, it resonates with another person walking this planet and they let me know, and that makes me happy...
Jule Kucera